Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
Ma I know you got bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, still spinning
Valet look like he in the and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator "wassup"
I told em follow me knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I em whispering
Talking bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Ma showed up like "what's the up?"
Man know what get them and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin they from an island

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I did it again
My chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we do the damn thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but
We and nuttin'
Know I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You can't out run the bitch, I done told you